"Now you wish to blame us that you are a heartless and thankless daughter.--We have not understood her heart, and it is our fault that her love has flown somewhere else.
This is the language of romance. I have, indeed, read it in the romances of Herr Moritz, and my daughter has only repeated what she learned as a docile pupil from her schoolmaster. Very fine, to pay Herr Moritz to form our daughter into the heroine of a romance! She ought to have learned the languages, but has learned only the language of romances.""You are very severe and very cruel, mother," said Marie, sadly. "Iwould not complain, only excuse myself, and implore pity and indulgence, and defend myself from the reproach of having been a cold, unloving daughter. Oh! God knows how I have longed for your love; that I would willingly prove that I would joyfully do every thing to embellish your life and make you happy. It gave me such pleasure to earn something for you with my dear flowers and lessons, and afford you a little gratification!""Ah! now, she will reproach us with having toiled for us and sacrificed herself. Husband, thank yourself for the victim who worked for you, who gave her youth for us that she might strew our life with roses.""I have had enough of this talking and whining," cried the general, furiously beating the table with his fist. "My daughter shall not be a heroine of romance, but an obedient child, who submits to the will of her parents. You shall marry the man that we have chosen for you;the king has given his consent, and it shall take place. I command you! That is sufficient! I will hear no more about it; the thing is done with. Herr Ebenstreit is coming this afternoon to make you a proposal of marriage with our consent, and you must, accept him. Icommand you to do it!"
"I cannot obey you! Oh, do not force me to rebel against God's holy laws! Have pity upon me! I have obeyed you until now, and yielded to your wishes, although I thought it would break my heart sometimes.
You have forbidden Moritz the house, and turned him out of doors like a servant, with scorn and contempt, and he has silently borne it on my account. You have forbidden me to write or receive letters from him, or ever to meet him. My mother would curse me if Idisobeyed her, and I submitted. I have given up every thing, sacrificed every wish, and renounced my love. But you cannot expect more from me, or dare ask it. I can forego happiness, but you cannot ask me to consent to be buried alive!""And what if we should wish it?" asked her mother. "If we should demand our daughter to give up a romantic, foolish love, to become the wife of a young man who loves her, and who loves us, and who is rich enough to assure us a comfortable old age, free from care?""Marie," cried the general, in a begging and almost imploring tone, "Marie, prove to us now that you are really a good and grateful child--we have had so much care and want in our life, so many sorrowful days! It lies in your hands to make our declining days joyous and bright, and free us from want. We have often grumbled against God, that He did not give us a son; now make us to rejoice that He has given us a daughter, who will bring us a son and inherit our name through her children, and who will give us what we have never known--prosperity and riches. I beg you, my dear, good child, grant your parents the few last years of their life ******* from care!""And I, Marie," said her mother, in a softened and tender tone, which Marie had never heard from her--"I beg you also, be a good daughter, pity your mother! I have always led a joyless, unhappy life. I lived unmarried, a native-born countess, with proud relations, who made me feel bitterly my dependence; when married my existence was only trouble, privations, care, and sorrow. I beg you, Marie, teach me to know happiness, for which I have so longed in vain; give me independence and prosperity, which I have always desired, and never known. I pray, Marie, make us happy in bringing us a rich, genteel, and good son-in-law, Herr Ebenstreit."Marie, who met the scorn and threats of her mother with firmness and a proud demeanor, trembled as she heard these severe and merciless lips, always so cold and harsh, now begging and imploring. At first she was quite frightened, and then terrified, and covered her face with her hands, her head sinking upon her breast as her mother spoke.
"Speak, my daughter," cried the general, as his wife was silent.
"Speak, my dear Marie. Say the word, and we shall be all happy, and there will be no happier family found in Berlin, or the world even.
Say that you will marry Ebenstreit, and we will love and bless you so long as we live. Do say yes, dear Marie!"Her hands fell from her face, and stretching them out toward her parents, she looked at them in despair.
There was a fearful pause. "I cannot, it is impossible!" she shrieked. "I cannot marry this man, for I do not love him. I love another, whom I can never forget, whom I shall love forever. Ilove--"
"Herr Conrector Moritz!" announced Trude, hastily bursting open the door, and looking in with a triumphant smile.
